the summer of 1991.  She sums it up as "words of advice to a broken
heart."  The specific version I'm transcribing is from Provincetown,
Mass, on 28 July 1991.

			Love Will Come To You

Guess I wasn't the best one to ask
Me, myself, with my face pressed up against the watchglass
I see the tiny toy I've been hoping for
The one I never can afford

The wide world spins and spits turmoil
And the nations toil for peace
But the paws of fear upon your chest
Only love can soothe that beast
So my words, like paper tigers
No match for the predator of pain inside her.

I say love will come to you
Hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true
As if I offered up a crystal ball to look through
Where there's now one, there will be two.

I was born under the sign of Cancer
Like brushing cloth, I smoothe the wrinkles for an answer
And I close my eyes and wish you fine
Even though I know you're not, this time.

Because you dream about a place where you can't feel a thing
You're holding onto God and swinging by a tiny string
Dodging memories, you'll feel the knives
Always on the outside looking into other's lives.

I say love will come to you
Hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true
As if I offered up a crystal ball to look through
where there's now one, there will be two.

I wished her insight to battle love's blindness
Strength from the milk of human kindness
A safe place for all the pieces that scatter
Learn to pretend there's more than love that matters